The pen, it thrives inspiration.
Channelling thoughts; emotions of my being.
For if I don’t feel it the pen can not write it.
The pen writes so only I understand.
I am the master; it the slave…
A slave to my heart like fingers to a hand.
The pen is my friend.
The pen is my guide.
For the pen speaks my soul.
A single tear is all I can cry A single tear before I can die A final tear I cannot deny A final tear, a
I’ve had a life time Of people close to me They’re quick to tell me That I’m worthless I’ll never get anywhere ’cause I’m lazy
Nothing is forever. The universe is in constant flux. The only constant, the only certainty is that change will occur. Sometimes it’s foreseen. Sometimes it’s
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